"Fair enough." Nicole said. She stared at my ring once again. "But still very pretty!"

"He must have thought I was a joke, huh!" I whispered.

"Come on! You don't know that!" John said. "For all you know, you got under his skin the minute he laid eyes on you."

"If he really is who we think he is then he's got a long line of mistresses pining for his attention. I just feel that he... bought himself a weekend entertainment and... I was it."

"Hunt him down, sweetie. So you can ask him why he did it. Why he spared you even a minute of his time." Nicole said, smiling at me. "Who knows? If John's right and you did get under his skin, then... Bryan would be eating his heart out at your wedding."

I glared at Nicole. Because even though I have been thinking about Ryder constantly over these past few months, I know I was thinking about Ryder Woodson, the bartender, who was sweet and kind, smart and funny, who steals lines from his sister's romance novels. The warm, gentle guy who made me feel like I was the queen of the world. That I deserved a Prince like him instead of a loser like Bryan. Ryder, the simple guy with a great mind and a big heart.

Ryder Van Woodsen, on the other hand... I don't know him at all. For all I know, he could be a fierce, manipulating, cold-hearted bastard who didn't mind paying thirty thousand dollars to pretend to be somebody he isn't... and to take advantage of a desperate, pathetic heartbroken girl like me.

If he really is all the things he said he was at that wedding... then he is the epitome of what I swore never to date ever since I was a teenager.

I went home with a heavy heart. Because I know, everyday since the wedding, I've been looking forward to see Ryder again. I thought I'd be able to show him how I am in a different light. When I'm not so broken and banged up. I thought that given the chance, when I get my act together and I'd show him the real me, he might actually get to like me. For real.

But now... I doubt that I would get to like him.

Chapter Eleven.

GUEST BOOK:.

Your guests can write special messages on your wedding day. You'll want to remember who were at your party. Some opt to have a photo book printed with their prenuptial pictures and empty fields and spaces where guests can write their messages. It's a photo book and guest book in one!

Jacob's and Angela's big day was also a big day for me. It was my debut. A coming out... a vindication... a resurrection... a rebirth.

I worked tirelessly for the entire day, tying up lose ends, making last minute confirmations, making sure that nothing will go wrong.

The ceremony by the beach was perfect. The way we arranged the place made it look like they were not in the beach at all. Instead, they were in paradise. We had the reception in an open area, facing the beach where huge lanterns were lighted along the shore and some in the sea itself. At least four bubble machines were blowing bubbles in the air. The ground of the reception had rose petals scattered around it. All the guests were wearing flower garlands. Torches were lit around the area of the reception, to give a little beach bonfire atmosphere. The whole setting was a combination of beach paradise and elegant wedding bliss. I was so proud with the results.

"I am so... so happy!" Angela said to me just before dinner started. "You are a genius, Astrid! I would recommend you to all my friends!" She beamed.

Jacob was so happy that his bride was positively glowing on their wedding day.

"Thank you." He said to me and I know he really meant it.

I was looking contentedly at the guests. It was after dinner and the bride and groom were dancing along with the other guests. Just then, I heard somebody speak behind me.

"So, I see you are back in business."

I spun around and faced the source of the familiar voice. Bryan was staring back at me with a surprised expression.

I simply nodded at him, biting back a curse. Well, barely..

"Are... are you one of the guests?" I asked him.

He nodded. "Angela and Jacob were patients of mine."

"Oh. Do they still have all their teeth accounted for?" I asked in a sarcastic tone.

He chuckled. "God, I miss your sense of humor!" He said.

"I don't miss yours though. Apparently, your idea of a joke involves getting my cousin knocked up behind my back." I muttered.

"I miss your feistiness too." He said sadly.

He stared at me for a while and then he sighed. "You look really good, Ash." He said. Something in his voice told me that he was not very happy about it. Not one bit.

Then his eyes drifted off to my finger.

"I see, you're still engaged to Van Woodsen." He said quietly.

I raised a brow. "Of course I am! What did you expect? I don't change fiances as quickly as you do, Bryan."

He sucked in a hard breath. "I gotta hand it to you, Ash. What a rebound relationship! Apparently, he was quite a guy. All your relatives are in love with him." Then he narrowed his eyes at me. "I don't think you love him, though. I know you." He said.

"You don't know what you're saying."

He shook his head. "I know exactly what I'm saying. You don't love him. I think you were just using him to get back at me. Does he know? Does he know that you don't feel for him half of what you felt for me?"

"Back down there one second, Mister!" I said, quite irritated with him now. "You don't know me, Bryan. Not even a bit. I'm happy now! Ten times more than when I was with you! He makes all my dreams come true."

"Really? You were never a mercenary."

"I didn't want his money."

"I heard the Van Woodsens' pockets run very deep. Especially your fiance's. Owning a string of exclusive bars in his own name already. Plus those he will soon inherit from his parents. I thought you were different. I thought you hated rich guys whose worlds revolved more on their money than on their girlfriends. Rich guys who could easily replace you... or buy somebody else the way they bought you."

God! Why did I even fall in love with a bitter, accusing, self-centered bastard like this? I thought to myself angrily.

"You may be a guest here, Bryan, but excuse me for this!" I said and without warning, I gave him one sharp slap on the face.

I quickly turned on my heel before I could burst into very unhappy tears in front of him. I wasn't looking at my way. I ran straight into a hard wall as I turned around. And because tears were already sliding down my cheeks, I refused to look back at Bryan.

I felt warm and comfortable at that very instant. I felt strong arms wrap around me in one comforting hug. I was too afraid to look. I just wanted to run away from Bryan.

"I see you haven't lost your touch, Bryans." A familiar voice said, which made my heart beat ten times faster. "It seems you still want the things you do not have."

There was a long pause. And then Bryan retaliated, "Are you really sure you have her? You don't know her as much as I do."

"I think I know her now more than any man does." And I knew there was a subliminal message hidden in that statement.

"I doubt she loves you that much!" Bryan said tirelessly.

"It doesn't matter. I love her more than enough for the both of us. Now, if you'll excuse us, I need to take my fiancee away."

I felt his arms come tighter around me as he whirled me away from Bryan. I followed his lead, but I refused to look up at him. I was afraid that he'd disappear... again. That he wouldn't be real.

He brought me to a secluded corner. Then his other hand came around me and he continued hugging me. I cried silently in his arms. I was so mad at Bryan right now. It was hard for me to believe that I wasted three years of my life with a loser like him.

I felt him pull away from me gently. Then he tilted my chin up so I could look at him.

Our eyes met and a mix of emotions surged through me. Happiness because I missed that friendly face, the face of an ally. Excitement, as I remembered the last night we spent together. Warmth, as I realized how cold I have been over these last few months. Caution, because I realized I do not know him at all. Fear, because I know I can fall for him in an instant but I know I couldn't trust him the way I trusted him before.

"I was told that you were looking for me." He whispered softly. "I was also told that you couldn't wait to kick my ass." Although his voice sounded sober, I can see that his eyes were dancing.

Realization of the truth dawned on me instantly.

Ryder Van Woodsen.

It was all true then. The message made it to him. I was hoping it wouldn't. Because that would mean he wasn't the owner of Oil Rig. That he was just a mere bartender. So I could reach him. So I could feel free to fall for him. Because he would be more real to me.

I pushed him away but his grip on my waist was tighter than I thought.

He raised a brow at me, challenging me. But his eyes were still dancing.

I remembered why I was looking for him in the first place. His ring! His payment for my virginity.

Anger surged through me again as I felt so embarrassed and so... low. I wasn't able to stop myself. He deserved the same thing I gave Bryan.

"Ouch!" He said gently as his left palm caressed his cheek. Then he took a deep breath. "I can't say I don't deserve that. Anything else?" His eyes were still dancing, one arm still wrapped around my waist.